Shannon’s eyes flickered open, struggling to adjust to the lack of sufficient light. He groaned softly. A cock ring. The weight between his legs felt like a brick. A throbbing brick.
“J-Jeff?”, his voice softly called out into the darkened house, his distinct accent echoing throughout the empty walls. He paused. Distant footsteps. He paused again. Maybe not.
Shannon carefully walked through the livingroom, surprised at the lack of furniture for him to stumble into. In fact, he hadn’t seen any at all. He frowned. Just what the fuck was Jeff planning? His emerald gaze glanced around the house, smiling to himself as he saw a bit of light peeking from a door left slightly ajar at the end of the hallway. He slowly wandered down the passageway, letting his fingertips saunter against the bare walls. Something was different. Weird, even. He nervously sighed. Jeff would never physically hurt him again. He promised. Shannon’s eyes fell to the cold floor. Or would he?
When he finally reached the room, the dim lights instantly flickered out. Shannon inhaled deeply, reaching out to brush his fingers against the smooth texture of the door. With a light push, the room was revealed to darkness. The windows were open.
A light wind blew through the room, instantly sending shivers up and down Shannon’s spine. The door closed with a harsh slam, the slight click of a lock rang in his ears. He felt a warm body brush against his back, a gasp tearing from his lips as he listened to the familiar cold voice.
“Get on the bed..”, Jeff whispered sternly, grinding his cock against Shannon’s luscious ass. Enough of the fun and games, this time he was serious. There would be no apologies, no regrets, no qualms for what went on in this room. What he wanted, he would take. If Shannon didn’t comply, he would be punished. Severely. Jeff grinned evilly. He was in control, and by the end of the night, Shannon would accept that.
Shannon gulped lightly, slipping away from his lover’s grasp to sit on the mattress. The sheets were purely white, of what he could see in the dark. He hung his head, already knowing what was in store for him. Every once in awhile, Jeff would exhibit his domination fetish. Of which Shannon was once burned with sulfuric acid. His back still labors the scars of the skin-eating pain. He blinked. When Jeff had threatened to slit his throat one night, he almost laughed it off.
That is until he saw the glint of the butcher knife, the older man’s eyes sparkling as his tongue licked at the wide edge of the blade. But somehow he was strong enough to know just when to give in, when to allow Jeff to overpower, when to give and when to take. Shannon’s emerald eyes focused on the corner, where he could see the flash of a smirk. He grimaced as he heard the crack of a leather whip, Jeff’s voice chilled and calm.
“On your hands and knees, bitch..”, Jeff demanded, watching intently as Shannon flipped over onto his stomach, raising up onto his hands and knees as told. His eyes were closed, and his body was trembling. He didn’t even want to see what Jeff was gonna do to him. It hurt too much to even think about it.
Jeff smiled, the long, rusted chains he held in his hand rough against his smooth palms. He stretched Shannon’s arms to reach the metal headboard, wrapping his tender wrists around the silver bars. He wanted his lover’s legs to be free for the rough fucking he was sure to receive. As Jeff tightly wound the metal links, he listened to Shannon’s sighs and whines as he loosely tied his arms to the bed. He tied them tight enough for Shannon to squirm and struggle against the restraints, but not loose enough for him to escape.
Not that Shannon wanted to anyway. Truth be told, Shannon loved every minute of it. His body always responded to the relentless torture. Shannon hung his head. Maybe he did want to be controlled, to be owned, to be known in a way.
Jeff eyed the smooth flesh of Shannon’s backside, reaching over to run his fingertips over the supple skin. Pretty tresses of Shannon’s hair fell over his back, the silken waves enticingly brushing against his spine. Jeff chuckled, leaning over to yank at the strands of hair, tugging the younger man back to kneel on his knees. Jeff’s other hand contained a leather leash, of which was studded with sharp, jagged, metallic spikes.
He carefully hooked the leash to Shannon’s neck, brushing the smooth leather material against his lover’s Adam’s apple. With a none-too-gentle nip at Shannon’s neck, Jeff shoved him back down against the bed, winding the thick chain to the leash in his left fist. Jeff just laughed. It was quite hilarious, in fact. He had always called Shannon his little bitch, but this was just perfect.
The brunette stood in the corner, dark, wet curls falling down against his chocolate gaze. He watched on with lust-filled eyes, wrapping his fingers around his own cock as he teasingly stroked himself. His other hand dangled between his slick thighs, two fingers roughly plunged into his ass. He was never present during Jeff’s domination sequences, for Jeff had never allowed him to be involved. He smirked. But this time, Jeff had a purpose for him. A purpose? He bit back a moan. To hold down the little whore as Jeff plunged into him time and time again..
Jeff cracked the whip. He absolutely adored the sound of it. Whether it was smacking the air or hitting the floorboards. Actually, he loved it best when it was sizzling into Shannon’s body. A dangerous smirk set onto his face. With a sharp whip, it struck against the skin of the younger man’s back, making him cry out. Jeff gripped the handle, twirling it against his fingers.
He made Shannon, and he could also break him. But all of this came at a costly price. It took time. Shannon was strong-willed at times, he’d rather die than accept his pre-destined lower status. Jeff smirked, the sound of the whip ringing in his ears as he relentlessly whipped his lover, his slave, his slut.
“Beg me, Shannon..”, Jeff smirked, each flick of his wrist seemingly harder, “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”, Jeff obstinately hit the younger man’s flesh, growling at him harshly. He carefully swirled the whip’s end in the open gashes on Shannon’s back, maliciously digging even deeper within the wounds.
Shannon nearly sobbed, gnawing at his lip as Jeff viciously beat him. The leather whip was like a black cobra. Its bite stung so badly Shannon was sure he would faint. His head dizzily swum, the whip willingly tearing into his flesh. He could feel blood dripping down his sides, pooling against the clean sheets. Again and again, he took the violent lashes, his bottom lip nearly chewed through. His cock pulsed against the sheets, each hit he took arousing him further. He had to give in. He needed Jeff inside of him, to take a part of him.
“Fuck you..”, Shannon sneered, barely breathing as some strands of hair stuck to the crimson-stickiness of his back. Tears welled up in his eyes, his gaze lost and forlornly peering up at the wall.
Jeff laughed. Very cruelly, in fact. He shook his head, raising his hand and bringing the whip down as hard as he could. Shannon trembled with the impact, moaning against the blanket as he felt his burgeoning cock pulsating up against his navel.
“Oh, I intend on doing just that..”, Jeff smiled cutely, yanking the chained-leash back so that Shannon rested against his chest, “But it seems as if you’re enjoying this more than I am.”, he lifted a smug eyebrow as his cold gaze fell to Shannon’s cock, apparently aching for release.
Shannon sniffled back the tears close to falling, not wanting to cry in front of Jeff just yet. He knew he would be punished for giving in so soon, so he held it back, fighting to be the victim. He winced, taking the perfect opportunity to grind his ass back against Jeff’s stiff cock. He gasped, feeling his open wounds rub against Jeff’s smooth chest, their skin chafing against one another’s.
Jeff moaned softly, dropping the whip to the floor with a dull thud. His lips attached to Shannon’s neck, kissing and licking at the bloody skin. The younger man’s blood rejuvenated his possessiveness, his deep arousal. With a snarl, Jeff pushed Shannon back down, standing tall before him. He wrapped his fist around his own cock, his head falling back as he firmly stroked himself.
He leaned forward to dab the head of his cock in the blood collected against Shannon’s skin. He rolled his entire cock in the plasma, moaning as the warm, gooey substance covered his thick shaft. The scarlet-colored blood saturated the barbells sticking out the sides of his cock head, the sight alone making Jeff shudder.
Jeff smiled, roughly spreading Shannon’s legs even further. He wanted him to feel true pain. To be bruised and scarred forever. Jeff eyed Shannon’s puckered entrance, wickedly grinning as he picked up the whip once more. He calmly rolled the leather handle in his hand, kissing at black material before snapping the whip between Shannon’s thighs. He ran the leather tip up and down the slit leading to the young blonde’s opening, perfectly cracking the whip at Shannon’s tiny entrance.
Blood oozed from the smaller man’s anus, warmly running down his inner thighs. He wanted to shriek, but the scream was stuck in the back of his throat. He gasped as he felt Jeff’s tongue violently plunging into his ass, lapping at the fresh plasma. When Jeff lifted his mouth from Shannon’s opening, his face was covered in the sticky substance. Staining his chin and cheeks, his pink tongue licking at his bloody lips. Jeff smirked. Yum. With a lifted eyebrow, he gripped tight to Shannon’s waist, pulling him back to his bloody cock.
Shannon thrust his delicious ass in the air, shuddering as he felt Jeff’s plasma-stained fingers attaching to his hips, positioning himself to slide into Shannon’s tight, blood-lubed heat. He trembled in expectation. Not only was Jeff’s cock lengthy but thick as well, and Shannon was usually prepared, but it had been awhile since they were last together. Without any preparation, he knew it was gonna hurt, but for some reason he wanted the pain. Shannon’s head fell in dishonor. Maybe he was just as much of a slut as Jeff said he was..
Matt moaned, emerging from the shadows to share a desire-filled kiss with his baby brother. Their mouths heated crushed together, Matt leaning over to part his lips, lustily accepting the bloody warmth of his baby brother’s tongue. Matt violently bit Jeff’s lip, a trickle of blood running down his chin as their kiss only deepened. Jeff moaned against his older brother’s mouth, his face covered in Matt’s dark, abundant curls. Matt gently broke their passionate embrace to rub his cock head against the cleavage of Jeff’s lips, smearing his striking lips with his thick pre-cum.
Jeff grinned, watching as Matt crawled up to the head of the bed, resting back against the headboard as he wantonly spread his legs. Shannon peered up at him, gasping as his gaze met the older man’s. He moved up so his lips pressed against the brunette’s inner thigh, absolutely speechless as he breathed against Matt’s balls, heavy with his distinct arousal.
“I’ve seen the way you look at my brother..”, Jeff bent over to whisper hotly in Shannon’s ear, nipping at the jewelry in his pierced ear, “So I’ve decided he can join us..”, his hand spanked the sensitive skin of Shannon’s ass as he roughly sunk his cock into the younger man’s awaiting tightness.
Shannon screamed. It was all he could do. His insides felt as if they were being ripped open. His opening stretched to accommodate Jeff’s sizable cock, tears streaming down his face as he buried his head between Matt’s thighs. He sighed, grateful that Jeff wasn’t moving just yet. He felt the head of Jeff’s cock strumming his throbbing prostate, his teeth biting at the smooth flesh of Matt’s muscles.
Matt smirked down at Shannon, his hand unattaching the chains that bound the younger man to the bed. He leaned down to press his hands against Shannon’s shoulders, holding him down as Jeff began to thrust in and out of his ass. The brunette carefully lifted Shannon’s head to rest in his lap, forcing the blonde to swallow his enormous cock.
Shannon moaned around Matt’s shaft, slurping at his cock, as the older man laced his fingers in his hair. Matt briefly reached up to apply slight pressure to the bobbing head, his head falling back in absolute pleasure as Shannon easily took his length.
Jeff grunted, violently pumping in and out of the desirable heat of Shannon’s ass. His hand gripped tight to the younger man’s waist, yanking his shuddering body back against his cock. Jeff knew he couldn’t last long, not with Shannon’s muffled shrieking around Matt’s cock, and the exquisite feeling of Shannon’s warm insides clenching around his shaft. He was buried to the hilt inside of the smaller man’s ass, moans escaping his perfect lips as he skillfully stroked at Shannon’s spot.
He gasped as Shannon began squirming against Matt’s hold, the wonderful sensation of dominance running through his veins. Shannon violently struggled, his jaws stretched wide as he sucked Matt’s dick. Matt groaned. Damn. The feeling of Shannon squirming and shrieking around his cock was enough to drive him crazy with desire. His curls spilled over his back, his head tilted back as he called out the younger man’s name.
“You love being a slut, don’t you?”, Jeff hissed brokenly, repeatedly ramming his cock as deep as it could go, the sweltering warmth of Shannon’s insides consuming his entire shaft. He brutally yanked at the leash, raising Shannon’s mouth off of Matt’s cock briefly.
“Y-Yes..”, Shannon nodded as tears sprung from his eyes, the leather choker cutting into his throat, “F-Fuck me harder..”, he barely managed to choke out as Jeff lowered his mouth back onto Matt’s cock, letting out a moan of slight relief.
He still squirmed against Matt’s hold, the painful throbbing of his cock grinding into the mattress making him cry out. He could feel Jeff’s twin piercing stretching his walls, relentlessly ramming his cock into his upturned ass. He hated being so vulnerable, so desperately taken by Jeff and his brother. In all aspects, he hated himself..
Matt smirked. His strong hands still held Shannon down to the violent invasion, the persistent way the blonde struggled and writhed, filling him with a huge sense of control. Shannon wriggled under his palms, the brunette gasping as he squeezed his arms even harder, forcing him down onto the bed. Matt glanced up into Jeff’s possessed eyes, his baby brother’s lips slightly parted as his hips tirelessly pistoned into Shannon’s ass.
With each inward contraction of Jeff’s abdomen, he maliciously began to thrust harder, faster, deeper. The way his cock felt inside of Shannon was something so powerfully demanding that it made his head spin. At the silent urgings within his own body, he callously jerked his hips into Shannon’s broken body, his face a mask of pure pleasure.
Shannon groaned. His battered body slumped against the bed, his muscles tired and aching as he fidgeted under Matt’s hold. His head dangled a bit off the bed, the tugging of the leash wound around his neck suspending his body as Jeff pounded into his ass. He didn’t know what to think. He could only feel. Feel things that were strangely alien to him, but he knew so well. His eyes slipped closed, his chest rising and falling as he gave himself away.
Gave himself to deliriously insane pleasure, or the voices in his head, or more particularly--the voices in his ears. He couldn’t help but to smirk. At the irony, maybe. Or possibly the situation. He could still feel Jeff thrusting into his body, and in a way it did turn him on. Eroticism. Shannon smiled. Maybe.
With a brutally sharp thrust, Jeff spilled deep into Shannon’s ass, moaning loudly as his hips continued to slam against the younger man’s. His body trembled with desire, unbridled dominance, and overwhelming success. He remained inside of Shannon for a few moments, moaning as he wetly slipped out of the velvet heat of his ass. Jeff smirked. He had broken Shannon. Quite well, in fact..
“You dirty little whore..”, Matt drawled huskily, roughly jerking his hips up into Shannon’s mouth, “I’m gonna cum down your throat..”, he licked his lips, smirking as Shannon took him even deeper, their eyes locked in a deeply heated trance. He let Shannon’s tongue work him to a powerful orgasm, biting his full bottom lip as he began to flood the younger man’s mouth with wet, thick cum.
Matt moaned, removing his arms from the blonde’s shoulders to fiercely yank Shannon up by his hair. With a growl, he stroked himself furiously, shuddering as spurt after hot spurt of cum shot all over the blonde’s face. Shannon gasped. Some streams of cum landed in his hair, some on his cheek, some on his nose, some on the silver barbell pierced through his eyebrow.
The load that Matt released into his mouth dribbled down his chin, his tongue licking the sticky residue from his lips. The brunette’s tribute evilly stained Shannon’s cheeks, contrasting against his flushed skin. Matt panted, his chest heaving as he gave in to a devilish smirk. The younger man’s body insistently struggling against the brunette’s weight as Matt held him down, forcing Shannon back against the bed.
With a deep growl, Jeff wrapped his arm around Shannon’s waist to stroke at the younger blonde’s cock. He could feel the weight of the cock ring biting through Shannon’s shaft, the younger man desperately trying to grind up into Jeff’s hand.
“P-Please..”, Shannon begged loudly, his breathing ragged and muffled against the linen, “Let me cum..”, he whimpered as he felt Jeff tug back at the leash, his body erect as he stood on his knees. His body dripped with blood, cum, and tears. His spirit was broken, his pride vanished. All he wanted was release. Sweetly-desired release.
Jeff looked at him pathetically. He really couldn’t give a damn. He wouldn’t let Shannon cum until he thought he should. And why? Had he truly earned it? No. Was he branded yet? No. Jeff’s face lit up with a smile. That was the final stage in the violent process.
A sign, or mark that Shannon belonged to him. Jeff sighed, his eyes glancing over at the bent piercing needle that rested on the bedside table. It was sterile. Not that he cared. He bought it from a specialty shop in town. He leaned over to pick it up, dangerously twirling the heated, sparkling metal against his fingers.
He kneeled down behind Shannon, the younger blonde’s legs still meticulously spread. In the dim light peering through the blinds, he watched blood drip from Shannon’s opening, running down against his sack. Jeff smirked. That’s where he intended on branding the little bitch. He had read up on it. A guiche piercing. The sensitive area just beneath the anus. The underside of the testicles. Jeff held up the hooked needle, the metal bent in the letter J. Perfect.
Jeff leaned forward to press his mouth to Shannon’s balls, harshly sucking on each one. Unsuspectingly, his hand slipped up to pierce through the stretchy skin covering his sack. The hot, metal hook flawlessly slipped through, much to Jeff’s delight.
Shannon shuddered. He could feel the metal burning into his skin. He struggled to keep his legs apart, hoping the cool breeze would soothe the intense sensation. Red-hot. Much like his cock. The restricted, confined erection that dangled between his legs. He nearly sobbed as he felt Jeff’s hand encircling his waist, the taller man’s fingers squeezing at the heavy metal cockring.
Jeff grinned, slipping the ring off Shannon’s cock, his hand instantly stroking Shannon to orgasm. The young blonde moaned, his back arching as jets of cum hit Matt’s face, the ivory-colored essence landing in the older man’s raven-colored curls. His body shook violently, his breath coming in huge gulps as he struggled to breathe.
“And to think I almost loved you..”, Jeff smirked against Shannon’s neck, his fingers digging into the cuts and welts on the blonde’s back, forcefully holding him forward as his left hand violently tugged back on the leash. With a harsh laugh, he pulled the chained leash back as far as it would go, smiling brightly as Matt pulled Shannon in the opposite direction.
Shannon blinked. He couldn’t breathe. The leash cut into his throat, closing off his airways. His emerald eyes sparkled for the last time, their will and determination gone forever. He could still hear the two brothers chuckling, their sickly twisted laughter ringing in his ears. Dizziness. His heart began to slow to a lifeless thump, his head hanging almost ceremonially. Control. That was what his life was all about. He loved being dominated.
As the warm cum dribbled from his stretched opening, running down his thighs and sizzling into his skin, he cried. A single tear ran down his cheek, his eyelids fluttering shut as he gave in. The last breath of air surged through his trachea, his lungs weakly expanding, a faint smile crossed his lips. A playful, knowing smile. Maybe death by dominance was the best way to go..
the end.